Where Could I Go - Live at the Apollo

I know, I know gospel music means a lot of different things
To a lot of different people
But, thank you for allowing it to mean the same thing
To everyone here tonight

There's no deals to be made with the dawn
Now I fear that our time has come and gone

And they say, "Freedom is just a place to hide"
And now I'm, I'm coming to You with my arms
My arms, they're open wide
So, won't you tell me where could I go, but to the Lord?

So take a prayer with you to heaven
For me, and give it to the Lord
And give it to the Lord

'Cause nothing else could save a sinner, a sinner like me
But just an angel's, angel's, angel's word
Oh, just an angel's word, now

Now what is hard, what is hard is just too true
Oh, and what's true is much, much too hard
So, won't you tell me where could I go
Oh, but to the Lord?

Mama was hard on us
But we, we could, we could take it
And papa didn't give a damn
And he just couldn't fake it

And now they say freedom
They say freedom, oh, freedom, it's just another place to hide
And now I am coming to You, to You with my arms open wide
Now tell me where, oh, where could I go
Where could I go, where could I go
But to the Lord

Blind Boys of Alabama

You're gonna make the other guys jealous though
How can we not play this venue and this room
Every time we're in New York?

I don't, where have we been?
Mr. Fountain
Yes?
I would imagine you've played here before
Forty years ago
Four-zero?
Forty years ago
Where they as good to you then as they are now?
The crowd, that is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, same thing, no change